| Raindrops, raindrops fallin' up,
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| A rich man livin' in a shed,
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| A big bald eagle with plenty of hair,
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| And a hat tryin' on a head.
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| Very unlikely, isn’t it;
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| Most improbable too.
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| And it’s just as unlikely that I’ll ever fall
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| For anyone else but you.
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| Morning glories growning down,
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| A French cook cookin' from a can,
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| And four square wheels on an automobile,
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| And a pair of pants tryin' on a man.
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| We may break up in a hundred years
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| There’s always that possibility.
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| But before that happens to you and me
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| I guarantee that we will see.
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| (What'll we see?)
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| Raindrops, raindrops fallin' up.
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| (very unlikely!)
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| Morning glories growning down.
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| (couldn't be!)
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| And it’s just as unlikely that I’ll ever fall
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| For anyone else but you.
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| Chestnuts, chestnuts, roasting cold.
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| (very unlikely!)
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| Ice cream sodas freezing cold.
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| (couldn't be!)
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| And it’s just as unlikely that I’ll ever fall
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| For anyone else but you.
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| Raindrops, raindrops fallin' up.
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| Raindrops, raindrops fallin' up. |